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Ms. Robinson
Ai ka pressah
The stressful feeling you get when you have five hours of work and two hours to do it; performance anxiety.
“C’mon, Zader, we’re going to be late!” Jay said, “and I don’t want to be late the first day of school. Move it!”
I grabbed my backpack and umbrella and followed him out the door.
“Feels good, yeah? The last year we’re going to Lauele Intermediate, brah!” Jay said.
“Yeah,” I said.
Good?
NOT.
If I don’t get into Ridgemont, next year I’ll be hoofing it alone to Lauele High School while Jay rides the Ridgemont bus with Lili.
Jay gave me the once over. “How come you’re wearing boroz? I thought the new clothes Mom and Lili bought you were sharp.”
Not wearing those stupid itchy tag shirts. Jay can have them. Old soft shirts rule.
I shrugged. “Didn
